Lorenzo limped into a deserted alleyway, the storm's relentless downpour masking the sound of his ragged breaths. His hand pressed against the deep wound in his side, blood seeping through his fingers, and his gun, now useless, hung limply at his side. The pain was excruciating, but it was nothing compared to the fury blazing in his dark eyes. He sat down and gasped for air and his jaw clenched from the pain.

Then, he heard footsteps.

His head snapped up, and his gaze locked onto you. You stood there, holding an umbrella shielding you from the rain, but there was something about your innocence that made him pause. Vulnerable, sweet... a temptation he didn’t need right now.

Your eyes raked over him, assessing the danger he posed. For a moment, neither of you spoke, tension crackling in the air like the lightning above.

"Touch me, and I'll fucking end you," he snarled, his Italian accent sharpening his words like a blade. His eyes darkened, not with fear or pain, but with something else...something dangerous.